Human // c.d

11

Besides the fact that I was practically shoved off the bed a few times during the night because Nash thought he owned the entire bed, I slept well.

So far, Jack Gilinsky and I were the only ones awake, which he clearly hasn't gotten up yet, but his eyes are open and he's on his phone.

I reached down onto the floor to grab my sweatpants, catching Gilinsky's attention.

"Did you guys-.." He whispered, raising his eyebrows. He smirked at me, he actually though Cameron and I had sex with Nash in the same bed? That's a no.

"No." I laughed, "I got hot last night." I admitted, but part of me knew he didn't believe me. But, oh well.

He shook his head, lightly chuckling. He laid back down.

I felt Cameron move from behind me, his familiar hand wrapping around me and pulling me closer to his chest. He snuggled his head in the crook of my neck, and I could feel his warm breath against my skin.

"Good morning." He sloppily said, raising up from the bed, "Why isn't anyone awake?"

"Nash wake up." He nudged Nash, receiving an angry groan from him, you could tell he wasn't a morning person.

Cameron hair was everywhere, considering how long it was. But, he still managed to be attractive, I don't understand.

"I need a shower." He admitted, climbing his way out of bed. "Come on."'

I didn't expect him to want me to come with him, and I was rather scared of what he was planning on doing..

I walked to the bathroom with him, closing the door behind me. My t shirt was still in the same corner from last night, and I smiled at the memory of what happened the last time I was in here.

Cameron pulled off his shorts, leaving himself in his boxers.

"If you don't want to see me naked, now is the time to turn around." He pecked me on the lips, which was really unnecessary because every time he pecks my lips, it makes me want to kiss him more.

I smiled, looking at the floor. Debating on whether I actually want to see or not.

I turned away from him, part of me knew I wanted to see him naked, but part of me knew that it was wrong. Not really. I was just scared to be honest. I've never seen a boy naked in person before.

I heard the show curtain slide on the medal railing.

"I'm done." He said and I turned around, sitting onto the seat of the toilet. He turned the faucet on, and I listened to the sound of water.

"You can take a shower after me, or with me." He said it so clearly, like he wasn't scared to take a shower with me like I am with him. I'm not confident like I should be, I actually have a really low self esteem. Even though my stomach is flat, and I have normal sized boobs, I still feel like I'm not good enough. Especially for Cameron.

"With you?" I laughed, "No way."

He chuckled, "You're cute babe."

I smiled at the floor, he said I was cute. It's not just that he called me cute, but it's the way he said it, and he also had the right to call me 'babe'. He's doing this on purpose.

After a good fifteen minutes of waiting for him to get out, he peeked his head from the shower curtains.

"Can you get me a towel?" He laughed, and

I stood from the toilet, opening the cabinet revealing loads of white, fresh towels.

I pulled one out, giving it to him. Before I could do anything he kissed my lips, bringing his wet arm to my face. He was good at whatever he was doing. He was good at making me want more from him.

"Stop doing that." I smiled, and instead of awkwardly looking at the walls or floor, I stared straight into his eyes.

"Doing what?" His smile was mutual to mine, and he knew he was doing, he just wanted me to say it.

"Kissing me like that, you know what you're doing." I pecked his nose with my lips, "I'll get you back."

"Oh will you?" He asked, pulling open the shower curtain, his towel hung loosely off his lower body.

"I wi-" he kissed me.

He kissed me.

I had no choice but to kiss him back because the feeling was unbearable. He held onto his towel, but still continued to kiss me.

His left hand was placed on my hip, his fingertips pulling my shirt up higher.

"Get in the shower." He pecked my lips, leaving me hanging. Seriously, he did that on purpose.

Right here, right in front of him, I slipped his t shirt off of my body, and tossing it to him. I pushed down the baggy sweatpants, and I'm literally only in my underwear and bra.

His eyes were focused hard on me, and I could tell I was teasing him. I have told him I would get him back.

But, at this point I was scared. I couldn't let him see me naked. No one has ever seen me naked, so this would be terrifying.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it to the floor. His eyes were wide, and a small smile was noticeable. His look on me was unfamiliar, and not only has he never looked at so like that, but no one had ever looked at me like that.

Like I was perfect, like he wanted me. I liked the feeling of it.

I had yet to reveal my entire body, my underwear still clung to my waist. My fingertips held onto the front of them.

Cameron made his way to me, bringing his hands to my face. He pressed his lips against mine once again, but this time it was different. More intense.

He smiled, walking away from me and out the door.

My heart ached, and the butterflies in my stomach began to fill my entire body. I couldn't stop smiling at what had just happened.

Even though he kind of left..